Friday Fictioneersis hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s image comes courtesy of Jean L. Hays. I find it somewhat bleak, so I have written something cheerful.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.

I know he is coming.
Coming to kill me.
I can’t run.
He will follow.
He has to, he has no choice.
We both know he is no match for me.
I am stronger and faster, mentally and physically.
But I can’t kill him.
I swore I’d never kill again.
I made that oath to her on her death bed.
And that oath means more to me than my life.
Without her, my life means nothing.
He is almost here.
I step outside and gaze across the wastelands.
Far away, I see death approaching.
I sit down, and wait.

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.

Good story and writing, C.E. Maybe he could defeat Death like the characters, Bill and Ted when they came back to life by winning at the game “Battleship” in “Bogus Journey”. My son used to love to mimic Death saying, “You sunk my Battleship”. 🙂 — Suzanne

Its popular on kid’s TV. A day when everything is the opposite of what you might expect. In this case your character is the victim rather than the killer (as usual in many of your stories). Sorry so obtuse.